The lonely foodie

After Ivan washed the dishes, he put them neatly into the disinfection cabinet, and hammered his aching waist. His waist and legs ached in just one day. His father started working at a roadside stall, but it took him decades to work. It's really bitter to think about being the boss.

Ivan glanced outside through the crack of the door curtain, saw that Mo Bai was still writing, he took out a piece of hand cream from his schoolbag and wiped it on.

He didn't use hand cream before, but he looked at Mobai's hands too much, and wanted to take care of them for no reason. Who doesn't care for such hands?Smooth, delicate, white and soft.

Ivan walked out of the kitchen pretendingly after finishing the work with both hands. He is the shopkeeper now, and many people outside lined up to discuss matters with him.

Mo Bai propped his hands on the bar, talking to Zhang Yan with a smile, holding up the QR code of his mobile phone for the other party to add.

Zhang Yan scanned Mobai's QR code business card, changed the note to Xiaobai, and sent a friend request, "Through me, I will send you a recommendation to Moments today, and you can wait for customers to come in tomorrow." .”

Zhang Yan is not bragging. Her circle of friends generally does not recommend food, but every recommendation is a high-quality product, and the circle of friends is all close friends, so there are naturally many people who support her.

He Guang was clattering and typing with his mobile phone in his hand, his mood was obviously depressed a lot, he lowered his head and didn't notice that Ivan came out.

Shopkeeper Yi was ignored.

It's okay, just cough yourself.

Hearing the sound of coughing, Mo Bai raised his head and saw Ivan with his hands behind his back, pretending to be an old-fashioned adult.

"The shopkeeper." Mo Bai was very cooperative, and asked with a smile, "I have something to discuss with you here, do you want to make you a pot of tea?"

After cooperating, Ivan felt a little embarrassed, cleared his throat unnaturally, and asked knowingly, "What's the matter?"

"It's about the hotpot column." Zhang Yan turned around and said to Ivan, "Think about it, once the article is published, the popularity of the hotpot restaurant will definitely increase. You are not good at the location now, and you are afraid of the alley now that you are wine. In the deep era, as long as someone comes to the door, just like you, you may not be able to keep people."

"What needs to be reported?" Ivan asked.

Zhang Yan writes this kind of article with his hands. After a little pondering, the exit is an outline of the article, "The entrepreneurial process of the hot pot restaurant, the founder's story, entrepreneurial psychology, and the determination to firmly cultivate the food industry, etc."

Zhang Yan laughed jokingly, and then said, "It would be better to add a bit of bloody plot, the hardships of starting a business, sleeping on the street with no money, encountering unscrupulous landlords, or brothers seizing power and so on. .”

Ivan glanced at Mo Bai, maybe Zhang Yan's dog mouth has been opened?He has experienced all the "dog blood" that he said casually, but he doesn't want to use these as a gimmick.

"It's nothing bad, that's the way the store is. We sold a jade wrench from Brother Mobai and opened it. You can write or not." Ivan interrupted Zhang Yan, and moved towards the table coolly. After sitting down, he pulled the teapot on the table and poured water to drink.

Zhang Yan choked.

"Don't drink tea at night, you won't be able to sleep carefully." Ivan's attitude was bad, and Mo Bai didn't care about it. Instead, he took the teacup from his hand and went into the kitchen to pour warm water for him.

Love to write or not?It's been a long time since Zhang Yan really lived. In the past, others begged her to write, and this was the first time she insisted on writing.

Zhang Yan is a hot-tempered girl from Northeast China, my old lady doesn't want to wait on her anymore, what is going on with your little shop.

Mo Bai lifted the curtain and came out, holding a glass of clear warm water in his hand, the warm yellow light in the store poured on his face, making that jade-like face even more moist.

Zhang Yan only glanced at it, and immediately changed her mind. With a smirk on her face, she gritted her teeth and said to Ivan, "You can write whatever you want, as long as you are happy."

After finishing speaking, Zhang Yan gave Mo Bai a bitter look, and the old lady was willing to bow down under your slacks.

Otherwise, Zhang Yan's blog is called "Food Color", since there must be delicious food, but also beauty.

After a while, Zhang Yan's WeChat rang, all asking for the address.

Zhang Yan simply replied to the address under WeChat. Seeing that there were a few friends who liked to drink in the inquiry, she told Mo Bai, "Prepare some good wine. Those of me are all wine and meat friends, so I can't do without wine."

"What wine do you want to prepare?" Mo Bai asked.

"Wuliangye Moutai, those people are stupid people with a lot of money, and the profits of drinks are high. You can buy high-end wine."

In Ivan's concept, their kind of store is to sell Laobaigan Erguotou, and if it is more artistic, it sells draft beer Jiangxiaobai. The first time I heard Wuliangye Moutai, I was so scared that I choked on water and coughed for a long time.

Mo Bai was busy thinking about Zhang Yan's words, and was busy patting Ivan on the back, but he was too busy.

Mobai knows Maotai liquor. In the time he lived, Maotai Spring, Maotai Shaochun, and Tongsha Maotai produced in Maotai Town were already very famous, and they were sold in all high-end restaurants in the city. It's expensive.

After Zhang Yan and the others left, Ivan was always a little unhappy, not because he was worried about being a food column, but because of Qu Mobai.

As far as Zhang Yan's attitude towards Qu Mobai is concerned, even if you think about it with your toes, you know it's tricky.

It's like a treasure hidden by myself. It was well hidden, but it is suddenly coveted by others. I am very uncomfortable.

The vegetable market in the early morning is still as lively as ever. The voice of the aunt who bargains is comparable to that of an artist with a hanging voice, and the fresh fruits and vegetables with dewdrops are very pleasing to look at.

In addition to buying hot pot ingredients today, Mo Bai also ordered three large boxes of grapes to be delivered to the store.

The handyman in the fruit shop dragged a big trailer to help carry the grapes, and someone was selling big radishes at the entrance of the vegetable market, piled up in white and fat to form a hill.

Mo Bai stopped the fruit shop and asked if he could bring some radishes, but the handyman waved his hand, "Okay, it's a bus anyway."

Mo Bai went over to ask the price of radishes, and he bought them all at 5 cents a catty, much cheaper than potatoes, so he decided to buy them all.

After Ivan knew that the pile of radishes was bought for him to practice knife skills, his face turned green. Along the way, he wondered whether he should go to the Children's Protection Association to sue Qu Mobai for child abuse... The key is, does the Children's Protection Association care about this matter?He's an overage kid at best.

The severity of this matter is comparable to that of Da Vinci painting eggs, and Da Vinci himself came out to refute the rumors, saying that he had never painted eggs at all, which was nonsense.

After running back and forth a few times to bring everything back to the store, Mo Bai didn't immediately ask Ivan to paint eggs, no, cut radishes.

Instead, he took him to remove the stems of the grapes he bought, cleaned them, and put them in a large dustpan to dry.

Qin Heping used to make a lot of wine by himself, but when the wine was gone, there were still a row of earthenware wine vats in the small warehouse behind the kitchen.

Mo Bai and Ivan took out the wine vats and cleaned them, and also left them to dry.

After finishing his work, Ivan collapsed on the porch, not wanting to move anymore.

Mobai likes to be clean, and the corridors are slick and shiny, which led Ivan to successfully unlock the skill of lying on the ground.

Mo Bai squatted down, poked Ivan's face, "Get up, and cut the carrots."

Ivan turned over and pretended to be asleep, wondering if he should snore?Will it seem too deliberate.

Mo Bai sighed, walked around to the other side, faced Ivan and began to undress.

Ivan only heard the rustling, and quietly opened his eyes to take a look, and a carp sat up in fright, "Brother, don't act recklessly, you won't be seductive/seductive."

Mo Bai took off his shirt, shirtless and asked, "Look, what's different."

"Skin... white skin, muscles... some muscles."

"Are the two arms different in thickness?" Mo Bai asked.

No need to look very carefully, as soon as Mo Bai reminded, Ivan could see that his right arm was thicker than the left arm.

"It's all done by chopping vegetables." Mo Bai said, "Han Feizi said that if you don't fly, you will be fine. If you don't fly, you will be a blockbuster. Any success is accumulated, and it is earned through years of hard work."

Mobai's words were very light, but they caused ripples in Ivan's heart. He said, "Xiaofan, if you are content with the status quo, I will not force you. Being able to idle and watch Yunjuan Yunshu is also a kind of state." , but you are obviously unwilling, right?"

Yes, Ivan is not reconciled. Ivan Gang thinks that it is good for him to be a young son who has nothing to worry about. Yifei thinks that he is a stupid b who knows nothing. Only he knows that he also wants to work hard and wants to Has a direction, and wants to soar into the sky one day... Now Mo Bai also knows.

Mobai puts the wine under the corridor, crushes the grapes and puts them in clay pots, adds sugar at the ratio of 6 catties of grapes to [-] catty of white sugar, stirs well and seals the vat.

I raised my eyes and looked at the sky. The current weather will be almost the same in 15 days.After filtering out the pomace, you can get a jar of sweet and sour fermented wine with a temperature of about 16 degrees.

Ivan was able to get on with the radish. After cutting a pot full of radish cubes, radish slices, radish strips, and shredded radish, he felt a sense of accomplishment. He almost rushed out and shouted to the sky, "Please call me Yi Yiming, the blockbuster! Yiming."

Wang Yiming was taking a nap on the terrace of Misty Villa, when he lost his foot in the dream, he woke up suddenly.

Before he knew it, he slept until the sun went down, and when he took a nap at this time, he would feel an inexplicable sense of emptiness. Wang Yiming stared at Xiuzhu under the mountain, hidden in the mist, always feeling that something was going to happen.

Just before the dustpan where the grapes were dried was emptied, Mobai used salt to kill the moisture in the radishes, and instructed Ivan to put those small radish slices, chunks, strips, and shreds into the dustpan, and after drying the water, Yi Yiming can harvest many dried radishes with different styles.

Sure enough, there were two tables of guests at night, both friends of Zhang Yan, and they all wanted to drink as expected.

Of course, the store did not sell Moutai and Wuliangye, and the freshly brewed grape wine was still undrinkable, so the famous customers could only condescend to drink the beer that Ivan ordered from the canteen downstairs.

"Why is it such a place? It doesn't look like Zhang Yan." A bald man in an Armani T-shirt swallowed a sip of beer and looked at the small hot pot restaurant.

Another thin boy with dreadlocks didn't care, and didn't say anything to Armani. He sat cross-legged on the bench, as if he had meditated.

Sitting next to Armani was a Chanel girl, covering her mouth with hands covered in bright red nail polish and smiling, "Just take it as a taste of grassroots life, anyway, I won't come here in the future."

"Yes." Armani smiled attentively, "Whoever comes again will be the grandson." He asked again, "Don't eat for a while, for fear of unhygienic, since the boss is Zhang Yan's friend, just put on a show, and we will come back later." Go to Accord to eat."

Madame Chanel nodded with a smile.

People in the business world do things smoothly and greasy.

This is one of the reasons why Zhang Yan seldom posts food recommendations in Moments. The restaurants she visits range from roadside stalls to Michelin-starred restaurants, and there are fans of all levels. Everyone chooses independently, and the guests and hosts enjoy themselves.

The circle of friends is different. Maybe it’s the so-called solidification of class. Her friends are all so-called successful people. It’s hard for them to catch a restaurant like Heping Hot Pot. Maybe they have to complain about Zhang Yan when they go back.

The small charcoal stove came up first, followed by the Jiugong grid copper pot. The pot was placed on the stove, and after a while, there was billowing heat, and the spicy umami taste came out.

Dirty Braid smelled the smell, and ended his meditation very abruptly. He put down his crossed legs very sensitively, and said to the two opposite people, "I'll eat first, you two are free to...act."

A small dish of sesame oil was brought up, with braided hairy belly, duck intestines, and pig brains... It was a joy to eat.

"This hairy belly is too fresh." A mouthful of hairy belly, fresh and crisp, tender, numb, and spicy, but I don't know what was added to the base material, and there is a fragrance of plants, dirty braids Repeatedly amazed.

"This pig's brain... yo... so tender." Dirty Braid continued to explain.

"I ordered the pig's brain." Armani said anxiously.

Dirty Pigeon held on to the spoon, "Don't you want to eat it?"

Armani couldn't care less, and fished the pig's brain into the oil dish in front of him, "It looks like it needs to be made."

Chanel is indeed the embodiment of elegance and beauty, much more reserved than them, so she ate a plate of duck intestines, a plate of tripe, a plate of fat beef, a plate of dried tribute vegetables, a plate of tofu skin, and a lot of vegetables.

With the steaming old hot pot, a case of beer quickly drained, and the three of them also became drunk.

After paying the bill, Armani put his hands on Mo Bai's shoulders, drunk, "Brother, this is the skill." He gave a thumbs up, and then said, "This will be your order for hot pot in the future."

Mo Bai smiled, and calmly let go of his big hoof, "You come here often."

"I will come here often." Armani nodded vigorously with his big hoof, pointing to Chanel, "You also come here often."

Dirty braid stood aside and said nothing, his face was slapped and crackled.